wonder
I wonder around, all day, all night, searching for a place to be found, the grass slowly turns dull, not a place to be remembered, not even a sun, I turn to my past, facing the emptiness of my soul, why I wonder, what could turn something so dull? the birds stay silent, in the middle of the day, no face to be found in the nightmare rage
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